I'm beginning to notice a pattern with Ryder's shirts. Do you see what I see?
Wasn't Saturday BEAUTIFUL? We thought so!
After pulling weeds, we went to the park and Ryder got to slide for the first time. Only downfall was that he kept getting shocked.
He wasn't too sure about the twisty twirly slide at first (I wasn't either).
Oh, he did great.
I wanted a turn, but I was kind of nervous. I was freaking out that he would somehow fly out of my arms and zoom right over the side. We did fine.
"Do I have anything on my face?"
Saturday night JM and I grilled. We had tilapia (he had steak), grilled sweet potatoes and a greek salad
Grilled Sweet Potatoes (from Robert St. John's cookbook - New South Grilling):
Four sweet potatoes, peeled and sliced into 1/2 inch thick slices
1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened
2 tbl brown sugar
1/4 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp hot sauce
1/2 tsp kosher salt
1/4 tsp black pepper
In a small bowl, blend together butter, brown sugar, cinnamon and hot sauce.
Place sweet potatoes on a baking sheet and lightly brush the surfaces with the butter mixture.
Prepare the grill. Place sweet potatoes over direct medium heat, buttered side down. Brush the tops with the butter mixture and cook for 12-15 minutes, turning once. When fork tender, remove from the grill and brush with any remaining butter and sprinkle with the salt and pepper.
One bag Romaine lettuce
After I got Ryder ready for church Sunday, he came to me holding his boots and saying "boooots, boooots." If he could complete full sentences I'm sure he would say, "Ma, seriously? Get me outta this stupid girl outfit, I wone wear my BOOTS!"
Let me introduce you to Ryder's newest chair.
If either of us are laying down, whether it's the floor or the bed, he hops right on.
John Michael and I have many quirky things about our relationship, I personally, think we are very funny to eachother. We have lots of inside jokes and odd ways we communicate with one another. So, with that said, I would like to share with you my newest friend, the creeper that makes it's way over to my side of the bed.
Every time I get up to get something to drink, go to the bathroom, turn on the fan, turn off the fan, change the thermostat, check on Ryder if he wakes up, etc., I come back to the same thing: the above foot. This foot is hanging off MY side of the bed. Please understand that we have a king size bed, and how this foot winds up on the complete opposite side (my side), I do not know. Yes, he has long legs, but geez, king beds are large! When I get back in bed, using my little foot, I politely push his big foot and heavy leg back to his side, and he gets all cranky on me. Starts huffin’ and puffin’ and telling me to go to sleep. Many times, he seems confused and asks me why I am trying to push him off the bed, because he is “already all the way on his side” (when clearly he is not - did you see the photo above?) I try not to fight it, because if he wakes up completely, I will be asked to turn off the TV, and what would I do without my late night Housewives of ATL and Bevery Hills? Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen? Or Millionaire Matchmaker? So, many nights I will allow his heavy leg and foot to weigh down my legs so that I can finish my shows without interruption, or worse, being told to "turn it down to 9" (this is volume number # on the screen that is acceptable to him during sleep). Dear foot, please stay on your side of the bed. You know I love you, but I like my side of the bed alot too. Goodnight!
JM thinks I pick on him too much on the blog, but he knows it's all in good fun!